[The girl poses no threat; he could crush her in an instant. That's why, with that hand, he guides the gun down without fear of retaliation, even with it pressed so close to himself. Even at this distance, a gun can't kill him, and he doubts she has the resolve to follow through and fire anyway. She's scared and they're both more than aware of it.
Gently, he scolds her.]
Threats get you nowhere. I believe you know well enough already you cannot prevail over me.
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Gently, he scolds her.]
Threats get you nowhere. I believe you know well enough already you cannot prevail over me.
[He shakes his head, offers an alternative.]
Ask. Politely. Then we shall see about answers.